Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2019 02:51:49 +0000
From: lfa4321jonah@outlook.com
Subject: The Boston Tea Party Chapter 8
This is a work of fiction. All characters herein are also fictitious so,
if you think you can identify a character because of some similarity, you
are in error. Some characters have been borrowed, with his kind
permission, from Jacob Lion's story "A Neglected Boy". There may be some
references to sexual practices in the text but it will be of a gentle and
loving nature and not remotely pornographic. If you are looking for
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The Boston Tea-Party Chapter 8
by Jonah
Well we certainly had all moved to Jake's bed by morning, and I found
myself sandwiched between Luke and Liam's feet. As usual Luke took
advantage of this, but I knew that Liam would complain if I didn't attend
to his feet. All too soon Kori called a halt to the proceedings. Now I
love Kori dearly, but does he have to be so bossy? Of course he does. I
repeat, I love Kori dearly.
It was just the three of us again this morning and I worked with a will to
get Dusty's stall cleaned out. Sure enough all three horses got ridden
this morning with Kori leading Dusty but instructing me to use my legs,
backside and hands to let Dusty know what I wanted from him. I was sure
that the horse must be confused, trying to read signals from two different
people, since Kori still had his head, but Dusty was an incredibly patient
horse and showed that he was enjoying the experience. When I dismounted I
told Dusty how pleased I was and there was a two way conversation as he
told me how pleased he was.
In no time Kori, Liam and I were stripped and racing for the shower. There
was plenty of warm water, plenty of our favourite strawberry shampoo, lots
of feeling each other up, and plenty of horseplay but, above all, plenty of
laughter. Luke joined us in the shower and Liam promptly proceeded to soap
him up and the two of them became very attentive to each other, which meant
that they weren't attending to what Kori and I were doing. And what were
Kori and I doing? You know better than to ask that.
Once we had thrown some clothes on, with some reluctance I might add, Kori
and Liam set about preparing Breakfast. Yes I know "Breakfast" doesn't
normally have a capital letter, but it does when Kori is making it. By the
time Kori had prepared bacon, eggs, beans, mushrooms, sausage and hash
browns, and Liam had produced a mountain of toast, other people were
showering and dressing. Kori even permitted me to make tea.
Breakfast was a merry affair, and Jake said the we would have a lot of work
to do today. Since the Professor and Ian would be leaving in the morning,
he proposed that we throw a party for them tonight. Consequently, this
morning would mainly be taken up with a visit to Walmart to obtain
supplies, after a round of sending out invitations, of course.
Jonah had some work to do in Jake's office as the CEO had requested some
alterations to his layouts to make them competitive with two American
advertising companies. He also had three TV commercials to set, which
would normally have been Susie's job, but Jonah was the man in the States.
He had struck a problem however. It was the particular alteration that the
CEO had requested to his layouts.
He came into the TV room, where the rest of us were amusing ourselves while
Jake made telephone calls.
"Boy's," he said, "something strange is going on".
"Everything around here is strange", I told him. "We can handle strange".
"This could be important". he replied. "On Saturday I emailed
Phillips-Murchisson three layouts that I was offering them. This morning
they replied that they liked one of them and they want the other two
re-drawing like that one"
"Still seems reasonable", I said. "They're paying. Will it take long to do
it?"
"I can't do it", he said. "I looked at the layout they've chosen, and it
isn't my layout. I've no idea whose it is but somebody has redrawn one of
my layouts in their own hand. I didn't notice it when I photographed it,
but it quite clearly isn't my work".
"You're the only artist around here" I said.
"We don't go in Jake's office", said Liam.
"What're you looking at me for?" said Sammy.
"I'm not", replied Jonah. "Luke, come here please".
The poor boy looked as if he was about to faint. The blood had drained
from his face and he was trembling as he stood and stepped forward. He was
clearly unable to speak. Jonah reached out and pulled him into a hug that
was more about preventing him from falling over than anything else.
"I should have realised there wasn't anybody else could draw like you can",
Jonah said. "It's alright, you didn't do anything wrong. It was my fault
anyway. Was it in London that you drew that?"
The boy nodded.
"And I packed your layout by mistake for my own," Jonah said. " Of course I
wasn't expecting anybody's work but mine to be there. Don't look so worried
Luke. There isn't a father in the world who wouldn't be proud of a boy who
can do what you can do".
"But I don't want it to get you into trouble", Luke said.
"We're going to have to talk about that," Jonah replied, "but I don't think
any of us are in trouble. I'm just going to have to make some more phone
calls."
He left the room just as Jake came in.
"Right!" said Jake, "we have Mr Prince coming, we have the Ito family.
Neil is bringing Peter and his mom, Abby's mom and pop are bringing her,
Deputy Morgan is coming and Ning, surprise, surprise, is staying the
night. I've got pizza for twenty-two ordered for six o clock, so now we
better hit Walmart and get everything else we need. Jonah's still working
so we can let him work in peace and the Professor and Ian will hold the
fort".
We piled into the minibus and were off. I think Luke was glad to get out
of the house. I'm sure he still didn't believe that he wasn't in trouble.
I'm not sure Walmart knew what hit them. Actually, that's not true. No
other store in the world could have absorbed the army that Jake led into
that one without initiating a sercurity alert, but this was in the US of A
and it was Walmart. Americans have a capacity for not being surprised by
what other Americans do. It's something we could do with developing in the
UK. By the time we returned to the minibus we had paper plates and plastic
cups, we had salad and we had fruit. We had ice cream and we had Jello.
We had slab cake - sorry we had sheet cake - I forgot this is America. We
had balloons and bunting and we had lots of assorted liquor from Appletize
to Vimto. Ah yes, that's a comprehensive range but it doesn't get as far
as vodka, and it includes neither beer nor whisky. I know many of our
guests are adults but, if they don't know how bad alcohol can be, Liam
does. Yes the alcohol ban was not in deference to our Methodist
principles, but to Liam's past, and we were confident that not a single
guest would dissent.
Laden with all this treasure we returned to Jake's house.
We de-booted in the mudroom and Luke entered the house deliberately behind
me. Jonah greeted us.
"Ah, you're back," he said. "Simon, can you come with me a minute? You too
Luke. Jake, if you can spare a minute, I'd like you to come too."
We followed him to Jake's office and he sat us all down.
"Luke, " he said, "it's important that I have a word with you. As your
father it's my job to look after your interests, but at the moment your
interests and mine might clash, so I've asked your step-brother and our
friend to be here to make sure I put your interests first. I won't ask if
you understand, becauseI know you don't, but I hope you will in a minute.
OK?"
Luke nodded.
"Good", Jonah continued. " Now I've spoken to the chief executive of
Pillips-Murchisson, the company I came to America to work with, and he
insists that he will only accept the layout that you drew and two other
layouts similar to mine but with the alterations that you made to the other
one and with your artwork. Now I can't supply him with any of that".
"You've got one of them" Luke said.
"But he will only accept all three," said Jonah,"and I haven't got one of
them. That one belongs to you".
"I'll give it to you" said Luke.
"That, " Jonah replied, " is a very generous offer and worthy of your good,
kind heart and, if I showed any sign of accepting it, I rather hope that
either Simon or Jake would hit me over the head with something very heavy,
because that's what they're here for."
I nodded to show Luke that I understood that; although, in truth, I didn't.
"Luke," Jonah resumed, " the second phone call I made was to my boss in
London. I explained to him what had happened and he immediately authorised
me to negotiate on behalf of our company, but that is complicated because I
would be negotiating with my own son. We can't employ you to work for us,
because you're under-age, but you can work as a freelance and sell your
artwork to us. We will agree to buy it at whatever price you choose. The
only thing is, you wouldn't be wise to ask me what they're worth, although
I could tell you, because I work for your customer. It would be better to
ask somebody you can trust, who doesn't work for Hepworth and Hepworth. I
could suggest Simon. Although he doesn't know the advertising world, he
could find out what you need to know, or I could suggest Jake".
"I'm flattered Jonah," Jake said, "but I've got a better suggestion".
"I'd be glad to hear it Jake," said Jonah, " because this is far more
complicated than I'd like it to be".
"Luke, "said Jake, " do you think you'd like to do what your father is
proposing. He's trying to tell you the best way to sell things to his
company, but he doesn't even know yet whether you want to sell anything to
them. "
Luke nodded,
"I've seen the other two sheets," he said. "I think I could do a better
job".
"I guess that's me told" muttered Jonah.
"Well before you accept any offer from your father," Jake told him," I'd
suggest you have a talk with Mr. Ito, Garret's father. He's a businessman
and has had advertisers work for him before. Ask him what his company
would have been prepared to pay for something like that."
Luke looked at Jonah but I grabbed his shoulder.
"Don't ask Jonah", I told him. " He works for your customer. I think
Jake's got a good idea there if you agree with it, and Jonah would be silly
to disagree".
"No I don't disagree" Jonah said. "You both know that I'm proud of all my
boys. What do you think Luke?"
"Isn't Mr. Ito coming tonight?" Luke asked.
"Yes my boy".
"Then I can see him then", he said, "When do I start?"
"Well that's up to you Luke, " said Jonah, "after all, you're
self-employed, and you know where the layouts are".
"Well, if you two have settled all your business for today, " said Jake,
"Ian has made sandwiches and then we've got a lot to do before teatime."
"I have" said Luke, "so I'll be out of your way most of the afternoon. "
"Oh yes", said Jonah, "did you get it?"
Luke nodded.
"Good boy" said Jonah.
TO BE CONTINUED
If you have enjoyed this story you will probably enjoy previous stories by
the same author on Nifty's Gay Adult/Youth Archive. Letter from America,
Stranger on a Train, Marooned, also The Pen-Pals, on the Gay Young Friends
site. For a much longer story by a different author, I would recommend A
Neglected Boy, by Jacob Lion. I'd like to thank Jacob for his help in
writing this. I couldn't have done it on my own.